Nana Holds-Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power

Coffee Hour!

Thanks so much for stopping by, or letting me pop in your email box. 🙂 I enjoy knowing we will have this time together to share some life-changing moments away from all the distractions. Grab your coffee and come on in and get back to where we left off, which was working through the first big conflict.

The first week brought some bittersweet realities: This was going to be a long temporary situation; it wasn’t going to be easy and it was going to require partnering with the Holy Spirit to get through it victoriously. The realities became evident because of the challenges, and there were already several still unsolved before Bryden got there, but at this point it was almost like doing fire control; I had to learn to put the most immediate situation first, using water to put the fire out instead of making it blaze out of control with anger.

All of this had to be done while providing some sense of stability for our new little roomy; after all, he was the one that was just uprooted from his Gamma’s who he had actually been calling Mommy. He was definitely confused when it came to women, having never bonded with his biological mommy, but when it came to his daddy, the bond was stronger than strong. Daddy was his everything and watching how Bryce came to life soothed my troubled soul. Maybe having his son home with him is what he needs; after all, You have allowed this. Oh, help me put my agenda aside and show up and shut up despite not knowing why.

Breakfast with Bryden

Breakfast with Bryden

For the life of me, I couldn’t understand why He was allowing this all to take place, but I knew and I know that it’s not like He fell off the throne for a split second, looked down from His place of sovereignty and said, “Oops, now what do I do with this?” This was no accident!Day three in his new home with his new toy, Amos!

Making room for Bryden and all of his stuff was the first immediate challenge. His presence was everywhere, not just the bedroom he would be sharing with his daddy. Everywhere I turned there was evidence of a toddler: The backyard looked as if a toy fairy had dropped toys from the sky and hit a homerun, landing toys in every corner of the yard. There were shoes in the entryway – not just a pair, either, but several, just like his daddy’s! – a basket of books – not just a few; I’m talking like 15 or 20 — and toys in the living room. When I opened my kitchen cabinets, lo and behold, sippy cups, childproof dinner plates, and little suction bowls. Really?

Talk about getting in my space and up in my face! Whew, I had to let a few hot flashes pass, waiting for them to cool me off so I wouldn’t hyperventilate from the sudden realization of claustrophobia that was hitting me at a record speed. George and I have always said that this home wasn’t ours, but His. That reminder eased the claustrophobic feeling as I began to make our home Bryden’s home too!

Remembering,

Evinda

 

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One Response to “Nana Holds-Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power”

  1. Jan Bachelor says:

    I smile as I see this scenario in my minds eye. I had those little toys, games, books, toy cars, Barbie and her wardrobe, little tykes tree house, McDonald stand with plastic food and fake money, vacuums, cords going to fake outlets and bikes, battery powered vehicles and crumbs EVERYWHERE. No room was sacred and I swear those five or six little folk knew where every single microscopic toy was. God help you if one should exit the house and yard. Still have lots and lots of them that have memories attached to them and now I am the one who has a hard time letting them exit! Ahhh, grandkids are a gift from God and I tried to tell myself that often!! Ha Ha Ha Ha